Tired, very tired. This is three days in a row of a hard work day.
Tired, very tired. This is three days in a row of a hard work day.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
COLD...
and fidgety. My hands won't stay still
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
I am also exceedingly cold, The walk to work was not nice today. Stupid wind blowing snow into my face the entire walk. Stupid temperature, sure felt a LOT colder than minus 17 - I give it minus 30 with the wind-chill
There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
I hear ya. I had to wear two pairs of pants today! NOT enjoyable! And my boots are so worn out that they soak through nowOriginally Posted by kilted exile
And my housemate left the front door open when she left this morningSo when I opened my bedroom door this morning I left my sauna-like room to get a cold gush of wind in the face. Nice. Thanks.
Now I feel bitter haha
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
Burnt. very very sunburnt.
And it hurts.
Cool!!!
The source of any bad writing is the desire to be something more than a person of sense--the straining to be thought a genius. If people would say what they have to say in plain terms, how much eloquent they would be.
-S.T COLERIDGE
I feel a hankering after the women's privilege of the Arthurian era.
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
I have a mild headache coming on with a hint of utter depression
I dream of a better world where chickens can cross the road without their motives being questioned...
Weighed down.
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Like a bug has crawled in to my brain and is now tap dancing on my skull.
Frigid! I still feel the cold, brrrr...freezing out....I still feel it's effects even though I finally am inside and warming up. My skin feels dry and ichy
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Really, really sad.
You work too hard---before you know it you're 60, 80, you're dead. When are you going to learn to loaf?Tired, very tired. This is three days in a row of a hard work day.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
And you too Dramas---what did I tell you long ago about working too hard doing the school thing?!
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Ready to relax
I am back............................
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